Flug and Nicole

Flug and Nicole

>Idiots.
>They’re all idiots.
>All of them except me.
>Flug Slys set his pencil down on his desk and smiled under his paper bag mask.
>Done. Only took him 5 minutes - and that was only due to the limitations of needing to physically write things down.
>If I could build some kind of thought-to-paper helmet I could be done in no time.
>He looked around the classroom, his ego building as he saw the other students struggling with the test.
>All of them idiots. All of the-
>Wait. Nicole’s not writing anything down.
>Heh. Figures that bully is too dumb to know-
>She’s filled in all the answers.
>Impossible!

>Flug craned his neck, and half stood in his chair to see over onto her page
>Fuck. They’re all the right answers, too.
>”Flug!” Uh-oh.
>”Eyes on your own paper!”
>The whole class turned to look at him. They could all see that he had been peeking at Nicole’s test.
>Nicole turned in her seat, idly playing with her pencil in one hand.
>She raised an eyebrow at him in annoyance then…
>Something in her face changed, and she smiled.
>It was not a happy smile.

>Flug sat alone in the corner of the cafeteria
>In his usual spot, as far away from ‘the idiots’ as possible.
>He liked to think that he was ‘observing’ them in a scientific way.
>It made him feel better about technically also ‘being’ one of them.
>For he, like all of them, was a student here.
>But he, unlike them, was a true genius! A master of evil.
>That was why he had after-school detention
>He was more evil than them. He was smarter than them.
>They were jealous! They had bribed the teacher... or something.
>He had NOT been peeking at her test. He had finished before her!
>This was ridiculous.

>Flug was pulled out of his thoughts by a pair of hands grabbing his shoulders
>He was forcibly spun around to face behind him, coming face to face with Nicole.
>Flug was about to panic and run away, for this wasn’t the first time she had decided he was easy prey.
>She held him still in her grip though. And something about her expression paralyzed him.
>She didn’t look angry, per se, but…
>Her grip tightened, and she looked him up and down as he shivered.
>She could feel his weakness. She could smell his fear.
>Why did he have to sit in the corner where nobody looked?
>Suddenly, she straightened up, and let go with one hand.
>The other, still on his shoulder relaxed, sitting there as if they were friends.
>Or like he belonged to her. Flug thought
>”So, were you looking at something you liked?” She asked in a very casual tone, inspecting the nails on her free hand.
>What the? The nerve of this girl!
>”Absolutely not! I merely couldn’t believe that someone as dumb as YOU had finished right after ME! And now I have detention because of you!”
>”Is that so? Well…”
>She pulled her arm straight back as her hand on his shoulder again held him still.
>Her fingers curled into a fist.
>”See you in detention.”
>BAM

>Flug groaned as he lifted his head out of the void that had swallowed him.
>His head pounded.
>He opened his eyes and blinked a few times. His goggles were slightly askew.
>He tried to bring up a hand to adjust them but couldn’t move. A series of ropes were drawn about his chest, keeping his arms tight to his body.
>”Why am I tied up?” He muttered to himself.
>”That was my idea. You kept sliding out of the chair.” A familiar voice answered.
>”Now you’re safe and secure.” Nicole grinned at him from a chair set right in front of him.
>She leaned forward and adjusted his goggles for him.
>He looked around the room, recognizing that he’d been carried to detention.
>”Where’s Mr…” Flug started to ask
>”Oh he left. I pointed out that watching us is a waste of his time. And he agreed that with you unconscious, it’s not like we’d be getting into another fight.”
>Knocked out, carried to detention, tied up, and then left with the girl who knocked him out.
>Yup. Typical of this place.

>Nicole stood up, glanced at the door, and at the clock on the wall.
>”What are...what are you going to do to me?” Flug asked, deciding he’d rather know than not know what kind of punishment she’d decided to give him for insulting her.
>”Whatever I want to do.” She answered flatly.
>Then she started to undo her skirt.
>Flug struggled against his restraints as what she wanted dawned on him.
>He couldn’t help but stare as she removed her panties though.
>Next she took off his shoes, and pulled his pants and boxers down.
>Flug could only sit and fume with impotent rage.
>She took him and brought him to an unwilling erection.
>Then she went ‘round to her schoolbag and dug around, eventually producing a condom that she opened and rolled onto him.
>Flug watched her, fascinated and horrified by how utterly emotionlessly she went about the business of raping him.
>She never said a word as she straddled him and began to ride.

>She only lightly panted as she forced herself on him over and over.
>Flug began again to try and struggle. If only to show that he hadn’t given in.
>”You bitch.” He muttered
>She slapped him across the face, then put her hands around his neck
>”Dildos. Don’t. Speak.” She growled at him, tightening her grip with each word.
>So it went, until the huffing Nicole began to utter a low purring moan.
>Flug, unable to resist any further, and starting to struggle to breathe, came.
>She kept on riding him until she finally orgasmed, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out
>She released his neck, and pulled herself off of him and back onto the other chair.
>Nicole sat and looked at her handiwork for a moment, then glanced at the clock and hurried herself with cleaning up.
>With herself once again presentable, she pulled Flug’s boxers and pants back up, leaving the condom on his dick for him to deal with later.
>She stuck his shoes on roughly, not bothering to retie them.
>Then she stood over him, as he looked up at her. His eyes burned with anger. He’d get her back for this!
>She pursed her lips for a moment, her hand hovering over the bag he wore
>”Better not. It might ruin my appetite tomorrow.” She said, skewing his goggles back to how they’d been before.
>Then she turned to return to her chair, turning it back around and sitting at her desk as if she’d never left it.
>”Why…?” Flug eventually gasped.
>”You’re weak. I’m evil. Why else?” She said, not even turning to look back at him.
>”I’ll...I’ll tell…”
>”Do you really think they’d care?”
>
>”No…”